I share the words with the old cherry.
She whispers long, I'm still silent.
Talk to you today, speak fluffy,
and the weight of the branches divides equally.
A branch withered out when Mom left.
Leave it, the others dice for jam.
I realized his silence was for you
and I kept silent with her, my dad.
After a rainy day you have gone.
A second branch has dried out and incised in the sky.
I understood the pains of the tears that they were blue,
but I swam again. That was the way it was.
I've run over your time and your grandson has grown up.
I gathered in my soul the dried branches.
The bigger fruit in the cherry,
for sweet my son with me pits of pitches.
Goodbye and Kisses ...
